RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA

 

Under This Blue Vault

 

They are no longer afraid of darkness

In the depths of their shadow, they have buried their fear

They visualise their reflections

In the broken pieces of distressed mirror.

 

Life is a combination of both anguish and sorrow

Civilization restrains to tell any story of sweet tomorrow.

 

Their childhood is lost in the dungeons

Where refugees and bombers take shelter

Mothers are bent under heavy load.

Crazy are all with their plight

No one allows them to run in the broad daylight.

Earth is silent as a dead violin.

 

You believe it or not

These depressed children of today 

Are sure to rule over others tomorrow

They would share breads with others at home.

With smiling lips, they will

look into the deep starry blue vaults.

 

 Carefree Dreams

 

It keeps amused

To remember in grace

Our by – gone days

completely coloured with innocence

Much simpler was our mind

When compared to that of the children

of modern times.

 

Of course

Our sweet little gestures

Blessed us with cherished identities

And our world revolved around

confectionery and chocolates alike.

 

It brings smiles on our lips

When we call to mind the instances

From within our mother’s lap

The lots of stories of bravery and valor

Inscribed into our tiny minds

And led us to avow our goals of life.

 

It convulges us at times

To see our offsprings with mobiles on hand

And teasing us for low outlook

And poor mind sets for advanced social evolutions.

 

Undoubtedly our options then were limited

To heaps of galore gems, milky chocolates

With maddening craze for 5-stars Lozenges,

toffees and chocolate bars.

Yet it wraps piled memories to unfold

Of love and ecstasy.

 

Evidently, we are now jealous

Of our descendants

Who now own robotic minds

With advanced technological support

And though we curse ourselves

For lacking advancements in life

Yet we must accept

The evolution in time and technology

No matter if it is in our fantasy.

 

Gallant Parents  

 

Oh, my dear child!

You are no doubt a part of my heart

And soul

A fast-spreading essence of our sweet home

That makes us breathe with a smile.

 

Wish you be yourself,

Beyond all inhibitions and impedance.

Nothing rather we would like to hear

than your achievements with striking laughter

Nothing rather we would love to see

than your non fading smile on your lips.

 

We would always hope you

To make us proud parents

With your climbing success in life,

No matter what happens

We would not at all times

Let our confidence on your ability

To flutter

When you strive hard to make right choices.

 

It amuses us sometimes

To compare our childhood days

with that of yours

And remember the patience

That our parents exhibited

When often we turned into them

With mischievous efforts to find faults.

 

You are the inexplicable cause now

That made us to realise

That parenting is an evolving art

And makes every parent creative

In the eyes of their offsprings

As the gallant heroes

 

Oh, my dear!

Hope you never scare to voice yourself

Stay assured of our support

In all your needs

Instead, you must analyse us in your doubts

It is because

It shall be intolerable for us

To see you insecure.

Despite all exchanges, pleasant or sour

Together we stand

 And build a sweet home.

With unconditional mutual love and care 

 

 

In Bare Feet

 

In bare feet

They move at random

Making potions out of arbitrary leaves

And minimising

the Twings of the day’s travel

And wild berries

As the bits of food in their hands

They return home.

 

They roam happily in the streets

Sing the seasons best verses of care and love

Despite tattered clothes

And negligible personality

That never bothers.

 

They use to sit and play in the park

And sleep on the benches there

Till it gets dark,

At home they meet their tired mothers

With Pleasure.

They hug and kiss their weary arms

Their dark and dingy huts

Provide them a feeling of easy comforts

Where they spend the night

And feel secured.

 

The childhood teaches them

To share and smile

Even in adverse situations 

When abundance and prosperity

Are the rarest dreams

Once again confirming

That Lotus can only bloom

in muddy waters

 

An Angelic Touch 

 

You look into the clouds

And feel restless

Yet in darkness I sense your essence.

 

In your eyes there exist a vision of grace

I sit for hours to make out a sense

And gaze at the space.

 

You are a wild stream murmur on a rocky bed

Coagulate memories as marked footprints

With red velvet carpets

You are a sovereign ruler of the land

That you have carved

Keeping your flag flying high ,

And make us to march as your

Docile descendants

With gripped ecstasy and pride in our fist.

 

You are uniquely gifted and so creative

Yet violent storms within make you aggressive.

A complexed syndrome ol disability

 At times affects your ability.

 

It is never beyond our realization

That you need our care and support

Although typical signs of yours are

a challenge to report.

 

Oh! my dear angel!

Never we notice a ripple

On the deep ocean of life

With your majestic touch

That is a real delight

We can't imagine a gracious world without you

Pray you oh my dear

Bless our steps of life

With a graceful breath.

 

RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA

 

RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA: Born in Odisha in India has received her master’s degree in ' History ‘and 'Journalism and Mass Communication' from Utkal University, Odisha. She is a teacher by profession. Being a post graduate in ' Environmental Education and Industrial Waste Management ' from Sambalpur University Odisha, she has devoted herself as a Social Activist for the cause of social justice, Environmental issues and human rights in remote areas through non-governmental organisations. Poetry, Painting and Journalism are her passions.